When it comes to you,
we're all wound in spider webs.
And because of you,
the sky will never seem as blue again.
You know you've got us inseparably,
sealing bridges with unknown philosophies.
'Cause it's anything to get to you,
anything to get to you,
it's anything to get to you,
when you're anywhere but here.
Author notes
Cliche.
Who cares.
This was meant for Modi.
Never gave it to him.
Ohwell.
